I went to a birthday party, not so long ago. It was not the usual birthday party. I needed to go because it was the brother of my childhood friend. … Continue reading Perfect
It’s been a while since I’ve last written on the BPW blog…at least it feels like it’s been a while. Memory is still pretty bad, but cognative function is slowly … Continue reading What To Do?
So, as you can probably tell, this is not going to be like my usual posts. My brain has returned to its normal, insanely fast pace. I of course didn’t … Continue reading Off My Chest
It’s a funny thing, depression. One of the loneliest conditions a person can experience, it’s nonetheless felt by millions upon millions of people the world over. And yet, despite being … Continue reading Depression Over the Ages
She often contemplates Of a distant life One without strife Curious of where she hide When all is chaotic inside She fears her safe space mimicks pandora’s box It lies … Continue reading Safe Space
A society screaming for acceptance Sits judging the alcoholic mom Religious people condemn others to hell As Priests rape innocent, God-fearing boys Promoting originality and authenticity Forgetting to disclose an … Continue reading Societal Genocide
Persistent I focus on growth, you cannot help but complain. Much of my life, it’s been the same. Never enough Or the wrong time, Too much, too soon. You find … Continue reading It’s Time I Fly
There I was, minding my own mental health business when someone I know (read my husband of the last 20 years who is growing on me) suggested I travel with … Continue reading Rural Mental Health 911
I feel it It is trying to lure me in Singing its melody Like charming a snake Wrapping me in a warm coddle Promising to protect Never to neglect Except. … Continue reading Thin
For his attention She fight Without his approval Her dreams would not catch flight Self-sabotaging rendered her insane Poison flowed through her veins Risking a life she could not love … Continue reading Meant to Be
As a writer, the most important thing I can do every day is, well, write. After all, they say a writer is someone who wrote today, and by that measure … Continue reading Idle Hands, Busy Work and Fighting Off Depression
A new outlook.